[Verse 1] [诗歌1 ]

Right place, right time, close call, what does it matter? 正确的地点，正确的时间，千钧一发，有什么关系？

Clean get away, keepin' my dirty pockets fatter 干净脱身，坚持让我的脏口袋胖

Smooth operation, plans well thought out 运行平稳，计划周详

Hands in the air is what I'm talkin about 空气中的手是我对你说约

No doubt call me a warrior, I'm runnin' with a hatchet 毫无疑问，骂我是战士，我飞奔'用斧头

The one crazy native representin' Psychopathic 一个疯狂的本地representin “精神病态

Down for the D cause the D is where I struggle 下来是D引起的D是在我奋斗

Underground, wicked shit, MOTHAFACKO! 地下的，邪恶的，妈的， MOTHAFACKO ！

[Hook x2] [钩X2 ]

Do you want that native shit? 你想在本地狗屎？

Yes we want that native shit 是的，我们希望在本土狗屎

Do you want that crazy shit? 你想那个疯狂的狗屎？

Yes we want that crazy shit 是的，我们希望那个疯狂的狗屎

Do you want that wicked shit? 你想那恶狗屎？

Yes we want that wicked shit 是的，我们希望这恶人狗屎

Do you run with a hatchet? 你是否有一把斧头跑？

Yes we run with a hatchet 是的，我们用斧头运行